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“As far as I know, none of my primary school teachers were Māori. None of the doctors in town were Māori. The mayor, my ballet teacher, optometrist, drama teacher: all Pākehā. Being Māori in our town was like being a speck of dirt at the very bottom of a snow-covered iceberg.”
"She does a Google search, finds a store selling ‘ancient coconut grater’ for a ridiculous price. Typical white people exploitative shit, she thinks. Rolls her eyes. Wishes her parents hadn’t so easily shed the tools and language of their culture when they came to this country.”
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